Chorus. O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend

The brightest heaven of invention!

A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,

And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!

K. Henry.

-Their faults are open;

Arrest them to the answer of the law:

And God acquit them of their practices!

Act II. Scene II.

Cant.

That, when he speaks,

The air, a charter'd libertine, is still,

And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences.

Alice. Excellent, Madame!

Kath. C'est assez pour une fois; allons nous à disner.

Act III. Scene IV.

K. Henry. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts! Possess them not with fear; take from them now The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them.

Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels: you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels.

Act IV. Scene I.

Act V. Scene I.